lick my crack
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
ok to the real mccoy.
im sad.
ok im not depressed.
cos i can still function.
i'm killing my lungs.
seriously.
i wish i could tell the whole world.
tell them that i'm torn and tattered.
that im suffocating.
but no one will understand why.
i cant even begin to tell anyone why.
but its just a feeling you know.
i start to stone now more than often.
i duno if its cos of all these feelings.
i dun think so.
its everything.
its hockey.
its her.
its my ex.
its my work.
its my LIFE!
fuck.
i duno what im doing.
i dunno what im saying anymore.
what i mean i dont know.
and the point im getting at is..??
dunno.
i hide my feelings well to the rest of the world.
but at this blog i want to breakdown.
i'm not solid.
im barely even standing.
hockey:can't even begin to say. my hatred for the game.
and all that it entails.
her:she does nothing. and i do nothing but knowing
and feeling for her.. and knowing i could not get
the same from her makes me want to slap myself.
not cos i cant get her. but cos i even liked her in
the first place.
what the fuck! i'm sickening myself out with my repeat performance.
its azlin all over again.
fuck!
my ex:b.. i know u read this.
u know how i feel about you.
you'll always be my best fren.
but im still sad over what u did.
over what i allowed to happen.
maybe i wasnt there enough. im sorry.
why is it so hard to get over you?
my work:too obvious to even mention.
and i have a lot of failures for english of the revision test
im stressed.
feel so lousy.
my life:FUCK IT!
-the end-
--insignificant lies--
2:52 am
